This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
Fill all thy bones with aches.
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.
Thou sodden-witted lord! thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows.
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.